Of A Date (1)

Princess Eleanor de Averon was a personality in and of itself. To say that I had gotten used to her er charming ways was a bit unbelievable but needless to say, it almost felt like she and I hadn't talked in a long time.

Without permission, I sat down at her bed and crossed my legs.

"What says you of the past days?" I asked.

"Pardon?"

"Rose chose to believe and put her faith in me–choosing to swear fealty, not of only herself but of yours too. And yet recently, I am not quite sure if I have proven myself as adequate as a Master."

"You mean to point out the following reasons: the encounter with the powerful Revenant of the Great Archives as well as how you fared in your battle with the lycans of the pack?"

I grimaced slightly.

"As always, your perception is always sharp and immaculate as your face–"